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bonefall · 8 months
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its over
OHHH IT'S SO JOE-VER
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foliejpg · 1 month
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what. what do you mean “all rise for your national anthem.” what do you mean rihgt now
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resident-gay-bitch · 1 month
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Today I’m crying about this piece of art by evix.art
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rioviaa · 7 months
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So I finally got around to watching good omens…..
I am. Distraught.
In absolute. Shambles.
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wanderingblindly · 2 months
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Happy Valentine’s Day🫶🏽
STOPPPPPPPPOPPP I LOVE YOU!!! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY ANGEL
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an1d10t · 8 months
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I need to make homework.
But my dog.
My dog.
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yeesiine · 1 year
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Do you ever start thinking of someone while you're walking somewhere and start smiling uncontrollably?
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thepavementsings · 2 years
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arowrath · 2 months
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are they really “fem presenting” or do they just have boobs. are they really “masc presenting” or do they just have facial hair
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moodymeangirl · 5 months
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the longer i live the less ik what my reality is
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bibibudin · 6 months
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I just watched Pride and Prejudice (2005) for the first time today..... I'm not well.
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rose-tinted-nostalgia · 8 months
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I have yet to stumble across something more intoxicating than the rain, and I don’t know how to put what it makes me feel into words, but I just spent the last forty-five minutes on my balcony, standing in it, and for the first time in forever, I feel alive. I feel awake. I feel powerful, even. It energized me, like the earth watering a wilting flower, and I didn’t even mean to do it. I forget. Every time, I forget what the rain does to me. I stepped outside to see what it looked like. It was nothing more than exhausted curiosity, but I stared at the rain, and I couldn’t move. There’s a certain magnetism about it, and I can’t explain it, but it propelled me forward, and I stood there, forehead pressed against the screen, just standing in the rain and the wind, and I couldn’t step away. For almost an hour, I couldn’t step away, no matter how hard I tried, and it felt like magic, like a breath I forgot I could take, some extension of myself I had hid for far too long. The rain made me fall in love with myself, made me believe in magic, made me feel the weight of my own potential in a way that nothing else could, and it was so comforting. Standing in the rain, it felt like being held in someone’s arms, the warmth of someone’s heartbeat, a chest tight against your cheek, like being cradled by the universe, each drop proof that you’re alive, and you’re safe, and you are not alone. I’m telling you, I felt drugged. I felt high, or in the midsts of some spell, and as if compelled by the rain itself, I just said out loud all the things I wished were true, tossed every hope and manifestation into the wind, repeated over and over and over again, “I won’t be this person anymore,” with increasing intensity until something bubbled up inside of me, and I stumbled back, smiling first, and then laughing almost hysterically, my breath coming out fast and sharp like a pant until my heart was beating so fast and my head was spinning, and I had to sit down, and even then the laughter slipped out until I was dizzy with it, and I said, “What is this?” and closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing before I passed out. and then, as the adrenaline of that moment wore off, I felt it, the absence of whatever that was, like a cold emptiness, an overwhelming ache, the heaviness and the mediocrity of life slipping back into place, and I’m telling you that moment, the wind pressing into me, the rain washing over me, my own voice casting my future into place, the sweet smell of something oddly familiar but just out of reach, and then that impossible happiness that seemed to rise from within me, the swell of that magic in my chest, that moment almost made me believe in god. and I sat there just staring at it all thinking to myself, “is this what it means to be human?” and I finally pried myself away, and I changed, and I’m back in bed, and I still can’t get rid of that feeling, that all-consuming love, that high of magic, the power I felt in my dripping fingertips. my feet still twitch beneath the sheets because I want to go back outside and do it all again. I need it, ache for it even, this strange craving pulsing in my chest, humming beneath my skin, begging me to feel, to be whole and electrified and complete just one more time. and maybe I am crazy or delirious because it’s 3 a.m, and I just needed some air. or maybe the rain triggered some repressed thing, offered me a bit of cathartic release, and that was my own emotion bubbling up within me, my own desire for change simply falling from my lips as I remembered the nostalgia of the rain and the way I used to dance in it, naïve and starving for it, as I spun in my backyard, bare feet pressed into the dirt, smiling as I watched lightning shatter against the sky. but I’m telling you, in that moment, it felt like magic, like some gift from a god, the answer to a question I had always been afraid to ask. and I don’t want to forget this feeling. I want to protect it from the misery of life, so I can find it again, when I’m dry and stale, and I can ignore my need for the rain no more.
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imjustheretofangirl003 · 10 months
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milk-lover · 5 months
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Sobbing uncontrollably reading through a dissertation about the college experience of students with ADHD. It is like reading a report about my life that just says over and over "My experiences are real. My hardships are real. I am not lazy, I am not dumb. My struggles were not my fault, and they were not a moral failing. The failure was with the system, not with me."
Here's a line that got me in particular:
"Hotez et al.(2022) compared the health, academic, and non-academic capacities of a nationally representative sample of U.S. first-year college students with ADHD and without ADHD. Students with ADHD self-reported lower academic aspirations and more feelings of depression and overwhelm, ranking themselves lower in their general emotional health. The fact that students with ADHD scored in the highest 10th percentile for many non-academic traits, such as artistic ability, computer skills, creativity, public speaking, social confidence, self-understanding and understanding of others, compassion, and risk-tasking, suggests that this population has strengths that are frequently underappreciated in academia."
(the paper is a thesis called "Understanding the Collegiate Experience for Students With ADHD" by Gia Long, 2022)
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burquillos · 5 months
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Finished Water 7 and Enies Lobby a while ago and this thought has been haunting me
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allo-frouto · 1 year
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Yeah it ıs bc u are in that plan
*blushes*
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